Creative Writing On Murder

The killing occurred on October 31 at 11:59 PM. 38 persons were at the event, one survived.The interview with the one remaining witness did not go as planned. I asked if she saw the killer and she gave me one of those no-you-imbecilic-bagel looks. I asked if she suspected anyone of being the killer. She pointed, I didn't know who or what she pointed to but it was in my direction. I wondered who she pointed to.What I didn't know, was that the killer was closer to me than expected.

I don't remember where I was that dreadful night. But I wasn't at the crime scene, or at least I don't think so. Maybe she pointed to me. No, that can't be true. I don't have it in me to go on a killing spree. Well, the other me might. When I was five and a half years old I survived a mass murder. I did so by clawing my way into my dead brother's' body. I stayed there drenched in blood for two …show more content…
But I don't remember enough to know whether or not I did it. Something strange happened when I woke up. I woke up covered in blood. Not my own though. It felt like a bunch of puppies were licking my skin. I enjoyed the blood's company for it felt so nice. Ring rrrrring! The phone rang. It was the police, another slaughter happened...

I've gone mad no I've become free. I believe I've killed multiple groups of persons and I'm terrified of myself. I tied myself up and fell asleep like that.... Another call. A murdering again. But what makes it worse was when I woke up I was no longer tied up. And yet again I was drenched in blood. I tried to turn myself into the police but I'm quite the prankster. They didn't believe me.

ALL THE POLICE WERE FOUND DEAD. I did it. I know I did it. I'm proud of myself now. And I remember all the killings now. I enjoy replaying them in my mind. I'm now known as a serial killer and I'm happy with that title. But I need more than that stupid title I need